This is a song about "Fucj the opps"

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

Momma say, you making me lose pay

The key is the only way

Whip, plane, motions own

Choked the one on the throne

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

The fiends supply the shady

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there